A MidSmmer Night's Dream (Open to all who want to post a dream sequence of their own)
It’s a humid summer night with the slight scent of rain in the air. My clients become more faceless as my feelings for Dwight deepen and each one is a sting of reality of what I am. I’m a whore. That’s it. I am what I am.
A couple of the girls, said they’ve seen him with someone, but wouldn’t tell me who. They love teasing me and see how worked up I get. Yep, that’s me, tough old Gail, losing it over some guy. Although, we never have been together, I still get jealous. I can never be the rich sophisticated woman, or the sweet girl next door. Plus Dwight is a clean liver now, no booze or sex. He’ll never want me; I should just give up and let it go.
I clean up from my last client. He was a bleeder. You barely touch the guy with the cat o’ nine tails and there he goes. It looks like I flogged him with razor blades. The sheets were blood stained and have to change them before the next John comes my way. I decide to take a small break before I perform maid duty. I hate changing sheets, but I love clean ones. Go figure.
In the apartment, we keep a stash of a few bottles of liquor, the basics, vodka, whiskey and scotch. We put them there for our clients, but who has time to drink. I wanna hurry up and get it over with. I give them their money’s worth and get them the fuck out of there. I save the stash for me. I need it more. I reach in the cupboard and grab the fifth of Jack Daniel’s. I look at it, shrug and think “fuck a glass”. I open it up and down a large amount in one swallow. I loved the sweetness and the burn. Yes, the burn. Hopefully, the alcohol will disinfect the germ, Dwight, running through my veins. The second large swig I take got my head spinning slightly. Maybe I should have eaten today. Doesn’t matter though, I’d rather have it hit me faster.
I turned on the radio and started dancing around a bit, losing myself and dirty dancing with Mr. Tennessee Whiskey himself. Then lighting flashed, and the down pour began. Good thing I’m inside. I definately don’t wanna be out in that mess. I change into just a t-shirt. I’m buzzed and I don’t think anyone else is coming tonight. If I’m going to crash here, I better get on making that bed.
Placing my now quarter filled bottle on the table next to the bed, I grab the bloody sheets. I scrunch up my face “Essshhhh!” I throw them in the corner and half-ass make the bed with the clean ones. I flop down and the music still plays in the background.
I am definitely drunk now. A crack of lighting brought the lights to flicker. I close my eyes and just try to let the booze and the sounds of the rain lull me to sleep.
There’s a knock on the door. I wake from the in between stage of being half awake and half asleep. I roll my eyes and get up. Another flash of lightning makes the power go out.
I can barely see a thing as I yell at the door. “I’m closed for the night”. The knock gets louder. Damn, doesn’t this horndog get the hint? Frustrated I get up and head to the door swinging it open “Can’t you understand Engli….” I get cut off by the sound of my name by a familiar voice.
“Gail? I’m your next customer”
The voice says it as a matter of fact, as if I should know. I say “voice” because that’s all it is. There’s someone there, but he’s so invisible in the darkness. I can’t see his face, only his haunting eyes. The voice and eyes I have heard and seen before, but it’s not him.
No, it’s not Dwight. This guy has a head of hair and his voice seemed to reek of pain. Dwight had already been through enough pain, but the tone of this stranger has anger and frustration tacked along with it.
He pushes past me as his dark leather trench coat brushes against my bare legs.
“Close the door.” He commands me.
I follow the order with an eyebrow raised and my arms folded. “Look buddy, I’m done for the night. I’m pretty beat and got a drunk on. You’d be disappointed.”
I watch him head over to the window and peek out of it like he was looking for something or someone. Hell, maybe he’s hiding from someone. He doesn’t look at me, but blurts out “Is that what you think, Gail? Maybe you’ll be the one disappointed.”
A smirk comes across my face. “I usually am. That’s nothing new.” I walk over to the chair my jacket is draped over. I grab my pack of cigarettes and pull one out with my teeth.
Before I can get to my lighter, a flame appears in my face. I barely make out his face from the glow. I look in his eyes again and they looked like his whole world had been crushed. They seemed so sad. I ignite the cig from his chivalrous gesture and take a deep drag.
“I’ll pay extra, if that’s what you want.” He slinks close behind me. I blow out the smoke as his nose grazes up against the back of my neck. It gives me chills. I feel the warmth of his breath and his body slightly pressing up against me.
“That’s all you dames care about anyway. Isn’t it?” He whispers in my ear as his hand glides up my side.
He’s teasing me and part of me loves it. The other part of me is being cautious. This guy is too familiar yet I have no clue who the hell he is. I don’t turn around; only take another drag off my cigarette and exhaling out the smoke.
“Well, you know what they say. Money can’t buy love, but it can buy you sex. That’s all you men care about anyway. Isn’t it?” I can play along with his game.
His hand now makes its way under my shirt. He pulls me closer to him and he starts nipping at the back of my neck. His knee forces my leg to the slide to move him closer to me. I don’t know whether it’s the alcohol affecting me or him, but I start losing myself in his touch. My breaths get deeper as I feel his hand melt to my skin. He stops, then moves his way up my neck again and skims his lips to my ear whispering once again.
“What is it that you want, Gail?”
I close my eyes and drop my head thinking about what I really want. Hell, what do I want? I only want one thing I can never possibly have. I finally snap out this hold on me and break away walking over the table to put out my cigarette.
“You know what I want? I want to go to bed. So if, we are going to fuck then lets get it over with. I’ll give you a discount. Call it the “Rainy Day Special”. I cross my arms and take off my shirt pulling it up over my head. I throw it off to the side. My naked body stands before the stranger. He will either get on with it or leave, one of the two.
to be continued….. Current Mood: drunk